Imprecor, arma amis; pugnent ipsique nepotes!
Live, false Æneas! truest Dido dies;
Sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras.[1][Throws herself into the flames.
Re-enter Anna.
Anna. O, help, Iarbas! Dido in these flames
Hath burnt herself! ay me, unhappy me!
Re-enter Iarbas, running.
Iar. Cursèd Iarbas, die to expiate
The grief that tires upon[2] thine inward soul!—
Dido, I come to thee.—Ay me, Æneas![Stabs himself, and dies.
Anna. What can my tears or cries prevail[3] me now?
Dido is dead!
Iarbas slain, Iarbas my dear love!
sweet Iarbas, Anna's sole delight!
What fatal Destiny envies me thus,
To see my sweet Iarbas slay himself?
But Anna now shall honour thee in death,
And mix her blood with thine; this shall I do,
That gods and men may pity this my death,
And rue our ends, senseless of life or breath:
Now, sweet Iarbas, stay! I come to thee.[Stabs herself, and dies.
